FABLES. 



THK FOX AND THE CROW. 



A Crow having taken a piece of meat out of a 

 cottage window, flew up into a tree with it; which 

 a Fox observing, came underneath, and began to 

 compliment the Crow upon her beauty. I protest, 

 says he, your feathers are of a more delicate white 

 than I ever saw in my life! Ah! what a fine shape 

 and graceful turn of body is there ! and I make no 

 question but you have a tolerable voice : if it be but 

 as fine as your complexion, I do not know a bird 

 that can stand in competition with you. The Crow, 

 tickled with this very . civil language, wriggled 

 about, and hardly knew where she was ; and having 

 a mind to convince the Fox in the matter of her 

 voice, attempted to sing, and in the same instant 

 let the meat drop out of her mouth. This being 

 what the Fox wanted, he chopped it up in a 



